Imagine If Andre And Cal Got Away

imagine if andre and cal got away…

andre would be driving to the border with cal in the passenger seat. they’d be relaxed, even though they’re actively being hunted down. music plays over the radio because they’re tired of the same cds they have.

the song they’re listening to ends and two voices erupt from the station. they’re soft and laced with german accents. they’re begging for andre to come home, to turn himself in. the car screeches to a stop.

cal moves to turn down the radio, to do anything to get rid of the noise, but it’s too late. andre is out of the car, running to the side of the road. he falls to his knees in the grass and starts dry heaving and sobbing.

neither andre nor cal feel bad about what they’ve done, but realizing they’ll never hear their parents’ voices again kills them. in the short time andre heard his parents voices, his mind had flashed through memories—soft good mornings and good nights, cheers while he opens presents on his birthday, and the powerful words “i love you.”

pop music plays on the speakers in the kriegman basement, quiet due to cal constantly turning them down. andre’s on the floor doing push-ups and following a workout routine his coach assigned him for track. he’s on number 23 and counting out loud until he gets to 40.

he glances up to see cal sprawled out on an old couch in the corner of the room with a book from english class in front of his face. he’s not reading, though. he’s peaking up over the book, staring at andre.

“you want to join me?” andre asks, startling cal out of his stupor.

cal hums in response; he thinks andre is joking. the older boy suddenly stands up and walks toward cal with outstretched arms. “c’mere.”

“i’m not doing fucking push-ups,” cal snaps. he is dead serious, but he’s still putting down his book and standing up.

“you don’t have to, dumbass. you’ll be my weight.” andre gives cal a toothy smile. when he spots the confusion on cal’s face, he clarifies what he means. “look, i have about 20 more push-ups to go. you sit on my back while i do them. the more weight, the more of a workout i get. it’s simple.”

that’s how cal finds himself sitting sideways on andre’s back while andre swears and grunts until he gets to 40. cal quickly gets off his friend’s back, at least before andre collapses onto the ground.

“dumb idea on my part. we’re never doing that again.”

cal and andre both wearing watches. thinking about the cool metal on their wrists grazing the other’s cheek whenever they kiss. the way their wrists would clink together as they hold hands. the way they both would fidget with the time whenever they’re nervous. the way they would watch the date on the watches get closer and closer to zero day.

you’re my favorite zero day account, the way you write is just perfect and so pretty im in love with how you characterize cal and andre

if operationandre has no fans im dead 🫡

y’all genuinely need to stop being so nice to me it makes me cry

no but fr thank you so much!! this means so much to me anon! ALSO !! the comment about you liking how i characterize cal and andre is the best thing anyone has ever said to me. there have been so many times i’ve worried about my hcs and analysis stuff being out of character is crazy, and you just made me feel much better.

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Ur my favorite person on this app currently 💯💯

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when is it my turn.